Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.